Saturday, March 14, 2009

Slab City.

The stage at Slab City.

Slab City hot dog stand.



Slab City "The Library"

Indoor/Outdoor library


Anarchy?




Going to Slab City after Salvation Mountain was great. It's "The Last Free Place" according to the sign that greets you when you drive in. There used to be a bunch of military buildings, but they got torn down, just leaving cement slabs all over. Now people live here, in the middle of nowhere, for free.
People mostly live in RVs. Some live in abandoned cars and school buses. Some people are just drunks, while others are just retired folk. It's the strangest mix. 
We pulled over to talk to one old man and two old ladies who were sitting outside of their RVs, chatting and reading. They were friendly and answered some questions we had about Slab City. All three of them were retired, living on their own in their RVs. They drive around the country most of the year and spend the winter months in Slab City. 
The old man gave us a tour of his RV. He had a flatscreen tv with satellite, a king sized bed, a shower, stove and lazy boy chairs. 
The most interesting part of his RV were the pictures. He had pictures of his family all over. What caught our eyes were the 5 pictures he had of men in military uniforms, all lined up next to one another. The first was a photo of his father from World War I. The second was a photo of his brother from World War II. The third was him, from the Korean War. Fourth was his son in Vietnam. Last was his grandson in Iraq.
Isn't that crazy? What a legacy. He was pretty proud.

Our last stop was The Library. It was the coolest library I've ever seen, minus the fact that I probably wouldn't want to actually read any of the books in it. It was just a little shack that the community at Slab City put up, with lots of shelves of old books and old magazines. They had years worth of National Geographics. It's open 24 hours to everyone and you just take whichever book you'd like. One of the signs said to "Bring your own flashlight."
Outside of The Library, there is a small fence of old wine and liquor bottles. A sign reads "We would like to extend our thanks to so-and-so for donating materials for the fence." It's so bizarre!

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